Qiao Jing knitted her brows and lowered her voice again.
"Go to the kitchen."
Although she could not understand why Lin Yun was acquainted with these men, she could tell that he clearly did not want to be recognized by them.
Upon hearing Qiao Jing's words, Lin Yun furrowed his brows, unable to control his rising voice.
"No way! Last time you made me go to the kitchen, and now you want to send me there again? Am I still a man or not?"
He had nearly suffocated last time he was in the kitchen, and he absolutely could not do it again!
At that moment, Green Hair had already walked up to Old Yang and spat disdainfully on the floor.
"Old Yang, we've known each other for so long, how can you be so disrespectful? We brothers are not refusing to pay you, right?"
Old Yang clenched his fists, but did not act rashly, glancing once at the mess on the table outside.
